A/N: hey guys! So, this chapter is a HUGE ONE. Not in length, but in plot-building. WARNING: this chapter is insanely graphic and disturbing. I really hope you all approve! I know I always ask for reviews, but I REALLY wanna know what you guys think of this chapter. I was nervous and unsure about the story heading in this direction, so feedback will be beautiful! Okay, go ahead and read :)

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BPOV:

I opened my eyes and immediately felt a throbbing pain in my head. I groaned at the sunlight coming into the room and threw the blanket over my face, hiding from the world. I didn't get a hangover last time I was drunk. What was different this time?

Oh, I forgot to drink water. I berated myself internally as I shut my eyes, hoping I could fall back asleep. The old bed in Jasper and Rosalie's guest room was nothing compared to the grand one that the Cullen's had provided for me, but I was grateful to be in a bed, nonetheless.

"How are you feeling?" Edward's velvety voice asked from beside me. I groaned and cuddled into him, burying my face in his bare chest. He chuckled and nuzzled the top of my head with his nose. I felt his breath provide warmth to the ache on my head.

"Shitty."

"You need a greasy breakfast and some water. That should do the trick."

"I don't even want to move," I complained, my voice muffled by his skin.

He chuckled and kissed my hair, stroking my back affectionately.

I had a blast last night. The 6 of us were really a great group. Spending time together was always a fun, comfortable time. Although I don't remember much, I know it was amazing. I never expected to be so at ease around them, but they made it simple. I was incredibly thankful to have a group of friends so accepting and kind towards someone as fucked up as me - the school freak.

"I don't remember anything after smoking those joints. What happened?"

"Well, we went back inside and you took your top off and swung it around your head, yelling 'spring break'! Then, you puked all over the couch in the basement."

My eyes grew wide in complete horror. How could I act so stupid? I need to find everyone and apologize. I hope I can get the puke stain off the couch... Phil was right about me. I was a stupid bitch.

"I can see the wheels turning in your head. Relax, baby, I'm joking. You didn't do any of that," he laughed, and the relief that washed through me was gigantic. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"You ass!" I laughed and slapped his chest playfully. He chuckled and and tickled my sides. I squirmed in his grasp, howling with laughter.

I looked up at him when he finished, taking in the beautiful sight of his auburn hair, the way the morning sun reflected off it, showing the golden undertones. His eyes were so radiant, such a deep, yet bright green that struck me harder than lightning ever could. His unique crooked smile that seemed to belong to me. I will never stop marveling in the fact that this Greek God is all mine.

He smirked, most likely realizing that he was dazzling me - yet again - and brushed the very tip of my nose with a tiny kiss. "Come on, love, I hear everyone downstairs making breakfast, and I don't wanna miss out."

Despite the raging pain in my head, I shuffled downstairs, the scent of maple syrup and crisp bacon making my stomach grumble. Alice, Rosalie and Emmett stood in the kitchen, cooking casually - clearly not hungover like me.

"Hey guys, we're almost done with breakfast," Rosalie said.

"You look like shit, Bella," Alice teased. I rolled my eyes and ruffled her hair.

"Aww, did Bella put too much alcohol in her belly last night? Wait... Bella... Belly... I'm definitely gonna call you Belly now!" Emmett boomed, getting a kick out of himself.

"Where's Jasper?" Edward inquired as he poured himself a cup of coffee, drinking it black. I never understood how he could do that.

"In the shower. He threw up when we woke up this morning, so I made him clean himself up," Alice giggled, shaking her head.

"Damn lightweight! You guys will never be able to keep up with me," Emmett bragged.

"Emmett, one night you threw up in the corner of Mike Newton's basement into a litter box for 2 hours, so don't get cocky," Rosalie smirked. It was always hilarious when she put Emmett in his place.

"That's because I had 12 jello shots, a 4 loko, and 2 shots of bacardi. You would be in the hospital if you drank all that, Rosie!"

"What's a 4 loko?" I asked.

"Ugh, Bella, you don't want to know. It's a big can of malt liquor, it's $3 a can but one can is enough to get you absolutely wasted. I've never even finished one, I always get too drunk towards the end of it," Alice giggled while she flipped a chocolate chip pancake in the air, landing it perfectly on the pan.

"And there's also energy drink in it, too, so you're just a hyper drunk. It's honestly pretty fun, but you usually end up needing someone to babysit you," Edward chuckled, wrapping his arm lightly around my shoulder, stroking it absentmindedly.

"I want to try one day," I laughed.

"Be careful what you wish for Bella," Rosalie sang, shaking her head.

I scowled and stuck my tongue out at her, placing my hands on my hips for dramatic emphasis.

"Belly! You feisty little thing!" Emmett shouted, a grand smile on his face, his dimples showing plain as day. He was such a teddy bear, I just loved him.

Jasper eventually joined us, looking just as terrible as me. He winked, clearly seeing that I was hungover, as well. I popped some advil into my mouth and dealt with it, wanting to enjoy my time with my friends.

After breakfast, we made plans to meet up again later and do something fun. Alice stayed so she could hangout with Jasper, but Edward and I headed back home so I could lie down. I still felt like shit and I needed to sleep more.

"Did you have fun last night?" He asked as he drove through the backroads to his house, the rain whipping around outside.

"Yeah, I really love them all."

"I'm glad. They love you, too, ya know," he grinned.

"That makes me happy. I really like hanging out with you guys." I really was happy. I was beyond grateful to have befriended such caring, fun, thoughtful people. Being around them helped me forget all of the broken memories of my past and all of the ugly scars running along my body. They made me feel... whole. I never wanted to lose any of them.

Edward and I shuffled inside while I attempted to make myself look anything but a hungover disaster. Esme and Carlisle left a note, saying they were Black Friday shopping and would be home before dinner. It was only noon, so I had some time to nap and get myself together before they returned.

We climbed upstairs to his room, and I lazily plopped onto his bed, not bothering to change my clothes. I would sleep outside in the forest if I had to at the moment.

Edward snickered softly at my enthusiasm to sleep, clearly amused. He stripped into nothing but his boxers and climbed into bed next to me, wrapping us securely around his soft comforter. He kissed my temple numerous times before cuddling close to me, his chest against my back. I immediately fell into a deep sleep, a smile on my face.

"Baby, wake up," Edward cooed in my ear, kissing me briefly.

I groaned, feeling cranky. I was really enjoying my nap and wasn't ready for it to end.

"Sorry to wake you, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to play football with Emmett, Jasper, Mike, James and Marcus before the rain comes back. You can keep sleeping if you want, I'll be back in a couple hours."

I wanted him to stay and continue to hold me in his arms, but he barely spends time with his friends anymore because of me. I never wanted to keep him from the people he cares about.

"Mkay, see you soon," I kissed him softly, smiling at the touch of his full, soft lips.

"Call me if you need me at all, okay, love? Please don't hesitate," he pleaded, searching my eyes. I knew he meant if I had a panic attack or another nightmare. He always came to my rescue when I felt like my world was falling apart.

"Okay. When are you leaving?"

"Soon, Emmett is going to pick me up. You can go back to sleep. I'll sit here with you until he comes.

"Mmmm," I sighed, pulling him closer to me and closing my eyes. The goal was to fall back asleep before he left.

It worked. I woke up to my phone ringing about an hour later. The sound pissed me off, I wanted to throw the damn thing at the wall. I huffed and sat up, reaching for it.

Jacob was calling me. I wonder what he could have wanted.

"Hey, Jacob," I said into the phone, staring at the walls, anticipating what he would say while I rubbed the sleep out of my tired eyes.

"Hey, Bella, are you busy right now?"

"No, what's up?"

"I think you should come over. My Dad has a lot of news regarding Phil. He wants to show you some of the emails he's received on his laptop."

My heart began to hammer so hard in my chest that I thought it would burst. I felt a panic attack rising, and imagined Edward next to me, saying the comforting words he always does in my darkest times. I held back the tears, my nerves eating away at me once again.

"Um...okay. I'll ask Edward if I can borrow his car and drive over. I'll, uh, text you when I get a response from him."

"Sure, sure. Talk to you soon." He hung up right away. I immediately called Edward, my hands so sweaty that I thought the phone would slip out of my grip.

He answered on the third ring. I could hear guys arguing in the background about whether or not Marcus's foot was out of bounds or not. "Bella? What's up?" He called, sounding nervous.

"Um, well, Jacob just called. He said his Dad has news about Phil and he wants me to go over to talk. Do you mind if I borrow your car to drive there? If not, I can just see if Jacob can pick me up." I definitely sounded nervous.

"It's no problem, baby. Do you want me to come with you? I definitely wouldn't mind." He was always worrying. I smiled at how much he cared, but I had to remind myself not to keep him from his friends. I had to learn to be strong, now that I have the chance.

"It's okay, I'll just see you when you get home."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, keep playing football with your friends, it sounds like they need you over there," I laughed, still hearing their ongoing argument.

He chuckled into the phone, and I smiled instantly. "Okay. I'll see you later, I love you."

"I love you, too."

My hands were nearly shaking when I pulled into the Black's stone driveway, the sound of Edward's tires crunching onto the ground. His car softly purred as I drifted slower and slower. I took a deep breath as I exited the car and walked to the front door, gently rapping my anxious hands against it.

Jacob smiled warmly when he opened the door, but it didn't reach his dark eyes. I smiled hesitantly and stepped in when he motioned with his arm.

I didn't see Billy anywhere, and wondered where he was when I plopped onto the outdated couch in the living room. Jacob strolled into the room after shutting and locking the front door, sitting next to me, a little too closely.

"So, what's going on?" I jumped the gun, needing to know what was happening with Phil.

Suddenly, Jacob began chuckling, and I scowled in confusion.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, my voice rising.

"You."

"What about me?"

"How stupid you are."

I stood up, glaring down at him, feeling the rage course through me. I was determined to never allow anyone to treat me the way Phil did, and Jacob was really rubbing me the wrong way.

"What are you talking about?!" I shrieked.

He stood up, a whole head and a half taller than me, gazing down at me with distaste in his eyes. My stomach coiled at the look of evil he suddenly wore on his face. I was growing anxious, and severely confused.

"Watch your fucking attitude, Bella. Did you really think that my Dad and I were here to help you? That I was your cousin?" He put airquotes around the word "cousin." I felt my eyes widen, my stomach churning with fear. I was hit with the idea that coming here was not a smart move, at all.

"What do you want then? Who are you?" I could hear the fear in my voice, making me sound like the pathetic girl that I truly am.

He licked his lips, smirking down at me sarcastically. I was frozen in place, not knowing what my next move should be. He seemed dangerous, and I had to find a way out of here. I was not going to be anyone's prisoner ever again.

"My Dad and I are here to bring you back to Phil, which we will do tonight. First, Phil said I am allowed to have my way with you, as a punishment for leaving him. Thankfully, for you, I don't get off by showing physical violence, like he does. I prefer one of the... sexual nature, if you catch the gist."

I felt the tears begin to roll down my face as fast as lightning before I bent over and vomited all over the living room floor, staining the carpet. The fear and anxiety burst out of me, I was unable to stomach it all. This can't be happening. I was waiting to wake up, but something about this nightmare felt too real. I knew it was reality. I would never wake up from this nightmare that my existence always turned into.

I shut my eyes and wrapped my arms around my waist, not knowing what else to do. I knew I would be helpless against Jacob.

"You fucking cunt! Clean that up, now!" He roared, his anger rolling off him in waves. I scurried into the kitchen, grabbing a wet rag and cleaning up the mess. He watched the whole time, sipping straight out of a plastic bottle of vodka and smoking a cigarette. Once I was finished, he jumped off the couch and sauntered towards me, a frightening smile on his face. Before he could touch me, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I decided that I would fight back this time. I was not just going to be handed to Phil on a fucking silver platter. I belonged at home, with the Cullen's... with my Edward. And that's where I will go as soon as I finish with Jacob.

Once he was arm's length, I swiftly kicked him in the groin, watching him double over in pain with pride. I ran to the front door, unlocking it with shaky hands and throwing it open. I was just about to reach Edward's car when I felt one warm, large hand smack against my mouth while the other wrapped around my waist, quickly carrying me back inside. I squirmed against his grasp, trying to scream as loud as possible, even though my mouth was covered.

He carried me all the way to the back of the house, throwing me onto a small bed. He slammed the door before returned to the bed, hovering over me and grabbing my wrists, squeezing in anger.

"You're such a fucking bitch, just like Phil said. Now, you need to suck my dick as an apology for hurting it. Lick my fucking nuts, too, while you're at it," he seethed before handcuffing my wrists to the bed frame while I struggled against him, trying with everything in me to get away. He was far too large, and it didn't help that he was on top of me, holding me in place no matter how hard I tried to get away. I yelped in pain when I felt the medal from the cuffs digging into my wrists.

I began sobbing, knowing there was no possibility of escape.

"Stop crying, Bella. I promise that you'll like this." He unbuttoned his pants and shimmied out of them, leaving him in his boxers.

"Who are y-you? I don't understand," I hiccupped through the tears, searching his eyes for answers.

"If I answer your questions, will you shut the fuck up so I can fuck you without issue?" He demanded, glaring at me. I nodded, so he continued. I needed to play along if I was going to get out of here.

"My Dad and Phil are best friends, have been for years. Phil never had a sister, we made all that bullshit up just so we could get close to you and bring you back to Phil. We helped him get away, and we know where he is. Now, he can finally be reunited with his precious daughter that he's missed oh, so much," he murmured as he stroked my cheek, an evil glint in his eyes.

"If you know what he's done, why would you bring me back to him? How could you be so evil?"

"It's fun, you should try it one day. Well, you probably will never have the chance to, at this point," he laughed, rubbing his thumb across my lip. I resisted the urge to bite him, but I knew it would do more harm than good.

"Please, just... let me go. I'll do anything, I swear, just let me go," I cried, the fear oozing out of me in the form of endless tears.

"No can do, babe. I have a job to fulfill, and I always keep my promises."

He took off his boxers, and I closed my eyes, refusing to look at his member. While my eyes were closed, he roughly removed my clothes. I held in the cries, imagining Edward lovingly touching me instead of this monster. I wouldn't allow myself to accept the fact that I may never see him again. I had to hold on to the tiny shred of hope that I had. I belonged with Edward, and I would find my way back. Somehow, someway.

He forced his fingers inside me, and I yelped in pain as I felt myself spread open. He was insanely rough and fast with his fingers, and I kept my eyes shut as the pain swallowed me whole. He was grunting the entire time, and I wished he would just shut the fuck up, so I could continue to pretend he was Edward.

After a few minutes, I went numb. My brain refused to process what was happening to me. It was as if I had no emotions at all. I didn't feel pain, or anger, or sadness. I felt nothing. I just kept my eyes shut and prayed for it to end.

But, it was no where near over. Since my eyes were shut, I wasn't prepared to feel Jacob shove his penis in my mouth, thrusting in and out with force. I couldn't stop myself from biting him this time, and he shrieked in pain before slapping me across the face. It stung, and I had to bite my lip to hold in the tears.

"You'll learn that things will be much better for you if you stop fighting it and let us do what we want with you," he growled, opening my legs and pounding into me. I shut my eyes again, forcing myself to think of happy times. Edward and I on our first date, the waves crashing outside as he wore a peaceful smile of bliss on his beautiful face. Alice going out of her way to take me shopping, making sure I looked perfect, treating me like a sister even though I just entered their lives. Esme cooking me personal meals and watching movies with me when I was recovering after my trip to the hospital. Carlisle checking on me every couple hours, being the first real father figure in my life. Hanging out with the gang, getting drunk and stoned and acting like nothing else in the world mattered but each other.

I plagued my mind with these thoughts, knowing I would not be able to bear the actual truth behind what was happening to me. I knew I was in denial, but denial was better than anything else at the moment.

I imagined Edward making love to me, the way he cradled me in his arms nice and tight as he rocked into me, filling my senses with love and pleasure. I imagined his warm green eyes, the way they seemed to shine when he touched me. I imagined running my hands through his gorgeous locks while he made me cum. I imagined the way he held me securely when we were finished, both of us panting from the intensity of the moment. I couldn't help but feel like filth. I was supposed to save my body for Edward and Edward only and look what I allow to happen to me. I can't believe how stupid I really am. How I thought I could ever live a normal, happy life.

He pulled out after what felt like forever and spilled himself on my belly button. He swiftly got off of me with a loud grunt, getting a paper towel and wiping his semen off of me. Again, I kept my eyes shut, trying to distract myself by thinking of an escape plan.

Jacob reached into my jeans that were lying on the floor and grabbed my cell phone from the pocket. He wrote down some information from my phone - I'm not sure what, and I really don't want to know - before throwing it with major force against the ground, shattering it into pieces. I gulped, wondering what his next move was, trying to remind myself to stay fast on my feet. I had to make a move the second he frees me from these retched handcuffs.

He dressed himself before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I could hear his muffled voice, but nobody else's, so I assumed he was talking on the phone. Thankfully, this gives me more time to think.

Since he caught up to me last time I tried to get away, he's obviously much faster than I am. I really need to make sure he's unable to get up before I make a run for it. But, how to do that? I looked around the room, looking for anything to assist me. There was an old, lunky computer, a small tv, a cd case and a bedside table with a lamp on it. I could throw the lamp at his head, and then kick him in the groin immediately after. Would that work?

I realized it was time to find out when he tossed the door open with ease. He held an old cell phone next to my ear and said "it's for you" with a terrifying smirk on his face.

I couldn't help but sob when I heard his voice. That horrible, evil voice that did nothing but taunt me and tear me down for years. The one voice I would rather die than hear ever again. "Isabella, my dear, how have you been? I've really missed you, and I can't wait for us to reunite."

"Phil, p-please... just stop, I'll do anything, I swear," I pleaded, even though I already knew it was useless. He would never change his mind on this one.

"Oh, stop it, Isabella. You know you're excited to see me again," he said sarcastically. "Now, listen here. Jacob is going to give you some medicine, just something that will make you sleepy. Don't fight it, Isabella. Oh, I forgot, you can't, since you're handcuffed! Anyway, when you wake up, we will be together again. See you soon." He hung up before I could even respond. I glanced at Jacob with wide eyes as he approached me with a needle in his hand.

"No, please, don't! Don't!" I screamed. "Help! Somebody help me!" I wondered if anyone could hear me, but I highly doubted it. I was grasping for straws.

He injected it into my forearm, and I cried in pain as I watched the smallest amount of blood ooze down my skin. After a few minutes, I felt my eyelids grow heavy, my breathing labored as I fell into a deep state of unconciousness.